Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.